Chapter 182: Do I have to go home?

In Emily’s room we all stripped. While Emily went to use the bathroom, Lane and I checked out each other’s bodies. She turned out to be as skinny as I had seen when she leaned forward in the restaurant.

I was soon as hard as her nipples. By the time Emily came back, from the extended bathroom visit, Lane and I were both leaking out our respective juices. Emily pulled the sheets down before pushing us over onto the bed.

Wanting to make sure Lane really enjoyed tonight, I stared sucking on her nipples before moving south. She came a dozen times in a row, at least that I noticed, from my eating her pussy and at least that many from my rubbing her g-spot. When she pulled me up lay between her legs I got things slippery and lined up.

“I know I said I wanted to have you be my first David, but I just can’t make myself go that far tonight. The problem is that I want to feel your sperm shooting into me. It is driving me crazy and has since the restaurant. You push my buttons better than anyone has before, even myself. I don’t know why I can’t get in the mood to let you push your fabulous dick inside me. I’m sorry to leave you hanging after you did so much to make me really go off into space,” Lane said before she pushed me off and started to cry.

Emily wasn’t having any of it. She got Lane on her back and got on top of her. Emily did something with her legs that forced Lane’s to be spread wider than they had been when I was eating her.

When Lane quite fighting, Emily told her, “David is going to pound my soaked pussy. When he is just about to cum he will pull out, get his dick against your vagina and unload inside you. He might actually push in enough to stretch your hymen a bit, but he won’t break it. Will that work?”

Like you had to ask her Emily. I’m sure you felt her diamond hard nipples start boring into you tits.

I couldn’t believe it when I was pulling out of Emily to cum inside Lane before Emily got her first orgasm.

Emily is really focused on Lane and not her own pleasure. She has never lasted that long without having cum at least once.

The place in my head helped me keep things under control until my dick perfectly lined up with Lane’s vagina so that the head in on her cherry as she took my whole load. I kept waiting to feel some resistance that never came. When my dickhead popped inside her I stopped pushing in and filled her tight cock sock with a big, sperm-filled load. She hadn’t ovulated yet this month, but it would happen in the next forty-eight hours. When the place in my head decided that enough sperm had swum up into her uterus it made her have a hormone surge that closed her cervix tightly.

Once I milked my dick into her a few times, I pulled out of her and got back inside Emily again. It took a while, but Emily finally said she couldn’t fuck anymore. I had already pushed my dickhead into Lane four more times. The last one leaving the big gooey mess inside her that she was expecting. My dick was out of Lane before Emily got the energy to move away.

“Rubber ducky time,” Emily said happily as she skipped off to start the water in her oversized tub.

Lane pulled me into a big hug before she told me. “You are an angel David. No one knows that my father is the one who took my virginity, but it wasn’t his fault. Some friends from work took him to a party where they slipped him drinks until he was shitfaced. He never had any alcohol in his life. They dragged him, and other guys, to a strip club. My dad was very sheltered. Before that night, the only naked females he had seen where my sister and I when we were little, his sisters, his grandmas, his mom, and my mom. He was so blitzed that he didn’t know how horny he was when he came home and stripped for bed. For some reason he felt he needed to come kiss me goodnight before going to bed. If you ever saw me with my family, you would quickly find that all the girls look like small versions of my mom. He was so horny and drunk that he thought I was my mom. My screaming out, when he tore through my cherry, cut through the fog in his head to realize he just forced himself into me, not my mom. I hadn’t started having periods, so I knew he couldn’t get me pregnant. It wasn’t very long before the pain stopped and his dick began to feel good inside me. I only needed a small tug in his butt to get him fully buried inside me. It felt so amazing I let him keep going. It would have been over quickly if he wasn’t drunk. Somehow, he managed to keep getting his until I had gotten two, then he dropped down on top of me. He was awake enough to help me get us rolled over before he passed out completely. That put me on top and his dick was rock hard inside me. I soon learned something about the differences in the size of dick heads. His is like a plumb on a lollipop stick. It was stuck inside me and I didn’t pop out easily like yours.”

Emily came back to say the water was ready and immediately noticed Lane was telling me something personal. I didn’t know if Emily knew or not. Still, she headed back to the bathroom telling us the tub was ready when we were. She was starting without us.

“In the morning Mom thought he had crashed at a buddies house. Not seeing me up and about was fine with her, she preferred us to sleep as late as possible. Dad woke up to find his dick buried inside a pussy and started to hump up at me. My softly telling him to stop caused his eyes to fly open and his face went pale. He still didn’t go limp. The only way he said it would go down, as hard as he was right now, was for him to go until he came. I’ve never seen him cry, but he cried the entire time it took to get me wet, through all my amazing orgasms, his big one, and while we waited for him to get soft enough to finally pull out. I knew he didn’t remember what happened the night before, but I made sure he knew how great he made me feel as we made love in the morning. All that kept him from going to a very dark place was the fact that I wouldn’t get pregnant from what happened. He was finally able to shake it off, but it took weeks of me hugging him anytime no one was watching and telling him how wonderful he made it for me. I’ve been mad at him, for punishing me, a bunch of times, where I could have thrown what happened in his face to hurt him deeply, but I never did. Since that morning he has worked his ass off showing us how much he never wants what happened between us to break up our family. He changed so much that my sister, brother, and I no longer put towels around our bodies after showering. My sister was the first to go sit naked on his lap to ask him to finish drying her hair, followed by brushing it out like he did when she was little. I kept waiting for my brother to freak out about seeing my sister and I naked. Never once has he popped wood, not even when getting in the shower with us, usually to make us get out. He wasn’t a bit bothered by seeing us completely naked around the house, or just barely covered with nightshirts, sans panties,” Lane said softly. “I don’t even want to ruin that memory of us making love that morning. The whole time he wasn’t my dad, but a handsome man that wanted nothing more in the world than to make me enjoy us having sex.”

We hugged before heading in to join Emily in the tub.

Had it taken almost half an hour for Lane to get all of that out? It didn’t seem that long.

All three of us tried to get the rubber ducky. I finally caught it and used the place in my head to look at the bottom of it closely. Just as I had remembered yesterday, the edges where the Sharpie started and stopped were still slightly visible. The place in my head showed where the acid in the Sharpie left microscopic traces in the rubber, even though the ink there was long gone.

I slipped out of the tub to get the black Sharpie I saw on Emily’s desk. The place in my head guided me through matching the original handwriting. I tossed it back into the tub. Lane didn’t even try to go for it.

“Told you,” Emily said before sticking out her tongue. “I only let them allow you to use it.”

We all laughed and enjoyed the hot water until Emily declared she was a raisin, and starving.

Lane waited to be sure Emily wasn’t coming back in before continuing her story, “Yours has been the first dick inside me since that day. We both know that if you hadn’t been the cool guy you are, on finding I wasn’t a virgin, would have kept pushing in. I wouldn’t have stopped you. I wanted you to keep going each time and I still want to feel it inside me so badly that I want to do it right here and now. I’m so glad I got to meet the super nice guy Emily has raved about since she came home completely cured. She was always our school’s own ray of sunshine that brighten even the darkest moods of everyone in the room, no matter how depressed they were. I mean seriously, how can anyone’s problems be so bad that her coming into the room, smiling happily, wouldn’t instantly cheer up, even if for only a little while. Emily was floating on air from Dick asking her to the dance. Monday after the dance we all saw the dark cloud that had fallen over her. That was hours before kids started sending links to Dick’s post about her being such a complete slut that she let him screw her, on her front porch, with her mom standing right there.”

“I’m glad I didn’t get to see her that way. In the hospital she was always upbeat, even when she knew her last trip home was going to be in body bag or casket. Dick is very lucky he knocked himself out. I really hoped he would have taken a swing at me. I would even let him hit me, once, before I beat the living shit out of him. I could have done that to his gang of pubic lice, but I had much more fun watching them hit each other after I moved out of the way,” I told her.

Lane told me that Monday everyone would know all was well again with Emily. The popular girls would make sure that everyone knew it was all because of me. None of them will ever allow anyone to be nasty to her, or any other girls, about getting some dick from time to time.

Well it will be kind of hard for them to do that since their bellies will be growing with my baby inside them.

Wrinkled up like a raisin had less to do with us getting out of the tub than the big blob of semen floating up from inside her was what got us out of the tub. She didn’t mind me drying her off or rubbing one of Emily’s prescription lotions all over her body. She was sound asleep as I pulled on my shorts to go find a snack.

Emily’s mood was unquestionably better than when we had left for dinner. She and her mom were talking about all sorts of things, including the eggs they were sure I had fertilized inside them. Mary was reinsuring Emily that Emily’s pregnancy would be monitored so closely that she would wish to go back to fighting some cancer. Cancer would be less doctor’s appointment and trips to the school clinic.

“Mom if I’m able to carry this baby to term and it is healthy, it will be the second miracle of my young life,” Emily said happily. “I might even be willing to actually start wanting to go to church and Sunday school. I don’t know if I will even believe in God the way you do, but I can’t deny that I walked out of the hospital completely cured from the cancer that was killing me. Now I might be able to get pregnant. Both were said to be impossible.”

Surprising Emily, Mary said, “I’m not so sure now that God had anything to do with either Emily. I tried everything I could think about to help you back from that dark place you had gone into. During that time, I found out many things that has me questing my beliefs. I overheard you talking about your rubber ducky. You were so sick back then that I hated that I couldn’t be with you the whole time you were in the hospital. Someone found out how sick you were and how I couldn’t be with you. They moved mountains so I could bring my work with me to be with you more. The morning after you took the bath with David the rubber ducky was on the table beside your bed. You were so excited as you told me how the two of you have made a huge mess in the bathroom as you two tried to get the rubber duck. I was ready to go bring down my wrath on the staff for allowing my naked five-year-old, critically ill daughter frolic around in a tub with a naked boy. All that stopped me was how your eyes shined as you told me how much fun you two had together and how you wouldn’t stop talking about it. I realized it was a harmless bit of fun. Two days later they told me how you had recovered your strength and I could take you home. Earlier that week the doctors told me that you would be there for a least another month before you recovered your strength enough to leave. It would be six months before you were able to go back to school. You were back to school the week after we got back home from the hospital that time.”

Mary some comment about Molly’s meals as she rushed for the nearest bathroom.

She has a lot more to say that she has kept to herself that now she needs to tell Emily.

“When I was trying to find anyone who at the hospital who could tell me something, anything, about David I managed to find a kind soul who cross referenced your stays with his. I didn’t find the pattern as I had hoped,” Mary told us after returning from the throne room. “When I thought it over, I realized that David being a non-flying, invincible superhero meant there had to be times where he didn’t end up staying overnight. Then there were all the times where you came to get chemo and radiation, but they didn’t admit you. We stayed at a hotel so you could be back early to do more tests. The doctors said it was better for your spirits and recovery to not be stuck in a hospital room.”

Emily ran it though her brain for a few seconds before asking, “Why didn’t they just admit me? I know I was resting in a hospital room between tests.”

Mary explained that it was due to how much paperwork insurance required when admitted and every day she stayed in the hospital. Every day someone had to get authorizations from their old insurance company for that day. Instead of being one continuous stay, they admitted her at midnight and discharged at eleven fifty-nine each day. To make it even worse, the paperwork was exactly that, paper. The hospital staff had to hand-carry it over to the insurance company, each day, to have another day authorized. The only exception was the five-day stay after Emily had one of her many surgeries.

Emily shouldn’t say such things about Molly, she might hear.

“Do you remember making all those huge thank you cards? I had you make at the hotel one for every day we stayed there. If they had spare rooms, they let us stay for free after hearing what was happening without insurance,” Mary told her. “I had to dig into the back of the medical record file cabinets to find the detail on those free hotel nights. Then the person at the hospital said they couldn’t help me anymore than they already had. Out of the blue someone sent me an anonymous email that had dates, times, and room number for every day you had ever been in that hospital. It also had the same detail for David’s stays. I sucked at statistics in college but comparing the dates side by side showed that it wasn’t a coincidence. Whenever your stay didn’t overlap David’s, or you were at another hospital, you took a long time to recover. David’s parent’s insurance was much better than ours back then. He always got a private room, and was usually unconscious, so they rolled your bed into his room to rest. When I dug through your medical records, a note saying that if you were in his room when it was time to give him a sponge bath, to just put you two in the tub together. It also documented his odd behavior in the tub. He always remained sitting up, except for the times you pushed him against the back of the tub and laid back against him. You were in the tub with him when he had the big rubber ducky tantrum. They kept it locked up so it would be there for when he bathed, when he as conscious, you two bathed together, or when you were at the hospital and he was not. I know they said to never tell me about bathing with him because I would go postal over it. As far as I can tell, you two continued to bathe together anytime you were both at the hospital together, including when he was in a coma for so long. When you were both thirteen a psychologist sat in there with the two of you while you bathed. You were getting pain medicines, he was ignoring people around him. The bit of the report I found show that he washed you from head to toe, including your vulva and butthole. Once you were both clean, he drained the water, refilled it, and moved you around so you were leaning back against him. The way he held you, to keep you from sliding down in to the water, had his hands on your breasts. The psychiatrist noted that in his report and later commented that he would do that reflexively whenever you laid back against him, even when he was unconscious. Well every time except the last. The nurse’s notes show that if you were both conscious that you two would start to explore each other, at least until they threw the rubber ducky in the tub. Then you two bathed like siblings who didn’t care they were a different gender.”